Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

GIOVANNI'S POV My chest heaved, thick and heavy like the musk of sex and sweat that still clung to my skin as I walked out of the room, leaving Tristan behind. "You did well tonight, Tristan. I'm pretty sure our audience in the next room was very satisfied, especially with your moans. I'll send him away now. I'll have someone show you to your room." Those words, spoken with a cool detachment that belied the firestorm raging within me, echoed in my head. Tristan's response to my touch had been…exquisite. The defiance was still there, a spark in his eyes that I couldn't quite extinguish, but beneath it, I sensed a flicker of something else. Something akin to pleasure. The genuine quality of his moans, the unrestrained release of his cum, it all fueled an insatiable desire within me to have him, again and again. I've always been a man of fleeting interests, discarding my bed partners as easily as I changed my clothes. I’m usually done with a man after a night, maybe two. But Tristan…

GIOVANNI'S POVI couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. A murderous, predatory gaze locked onto Tristan, who lay pinned beneath me, a canvas of vulnerable flesh and simmering defiance. The immediate lust that had been thrumming through me, hardening my erection, evaporated, replaced by a sudden, scorching anger.Tristan, my plaything, my possession, had just openly questioned me. A question that twisted like a knife in my gut. He’d asked why, if I saw him as nothing more than a temporary amusement, I wasn’t allowing him to seek pleasure elsewhere. Why wasn't I letting him fuck someone else, or be fucked by someone else?The audacity!A surge of fury flooded my system, hot and volatile. How dare he? How dare he even entertain the thought, let alone voice it aloud? Was he really this insatiable? A cock-and-cum-hungry slut who couldn't be satisfied by me? Hadn't I quenched his… urges, enough?I had painstakingly convinced myself that Tristan was just a plaything, albeit a particularly exq

TRISTAN'S POVThe lukewarm water had done little to wash away the grime of that encounter. I collapsed onto the bed, the faint scent of sandalwood and something vaguely floral clinging to my skin. The workout had been cut short, a paltry forty-five minutes instead of the usual hour, all thanks to him. That stranger. The memory still made my skin crawl.His words, thick with insinuation, echoed in my head. The way he’d cornered me, the blatant proposition hanging in the air like cheap cologne. "You smell good, real good." And the promise, or was it a threat, whispered as I’d wrenched myself free. "I'll find you, and when I do, we'll settle this score."I hadn’t wanted to think about it, hadn’t wanted to acknowledge the unsettling mix of disgust and… something else, something I refused to name, that his brazen advance had stirred within me. But now, here I was, replaying the scene like a broken record.The insistent rapping on the door snapped me back to reality. "Come in," I grumbl

TRISTAN'S POV My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Dmitri. What was he doing here? Of all people, it had to be him, the quiet, observant shadow who seemed to know more than he let on. "Dmitri," I managed, my voice a strained whisper. "What are you doing here?" His dark eyes, usually so veiled, seemed to bore into me. "I saw you leave the house. You looked…distressed." Distressed was an understatement. I felt like I'd been run over by a truck, then had salt rubbed into the wounds. "I needed some air," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, as if I routinely took solitary walks in the Sokolov family's ridiculously oversized maze after being publicly debased by the head of the household. Dmitri didn't seem convinced. He stepped closer, the space between us shrinking. It made my breath catch. There was something unsettlingly perceptive about Dmitri, a silent understanding that made me feel exposed. "Giovanni…he can be cruel," Dmitri said, his voice low

GIOVANNI'S POVMy blood was boiling. The audacity! Tristan, that… that ingrate, had just walked out on me. In front of Alexei and Sergei, no less. No one, and I mean no one, had ever dared to disrespect me like that. My playthings, my possessions, they all craved my attention, begged for a sliver of my time. They’d swallow any insult, endure any whim, as long as I showered them with affection, showered them with money, and most importantly, showered them with my touch. But Tristan? He actually took my words to heart. He actually cared that I called him a plaything. The others didn't mind the label, not when it came with the perks.The sting of his rejection was a new sensation, a burning coal in my gut. My gaze, still fixed on the doorway Tristan had so brazenly disappeared through, was interrupted by Alexei's obnoxious laughter. He was my friend, I suppose, so trading barbs and insults was par for the course. But right now, his mirth grated on my nerves."Well, well, well," Alexei ch